"Do it, you can't let her complete the Hell Nightmare Sacrifice!"

The old woman's hoarse voice rang out, and she held the cane, her hand like the dry bark of an old tree, and with a slight force, she clutched it on the crutches.

The inconspicuous crutch actually glowed with a miserable green light, turned into a green-skinned python, and rushed towards the nightmare Xiao Xin.

The crutches in her hand are actually a prop, and the level is not low, the green-skinned python turned into is very infiltrating, even if it is lying on her stomach, only the first third of her body is raised, her head almost touches the ceiling of the temple, and her mouth spits out a burst of poisonous gas, twisting and winding in the air, like countless small snakes, rushing towards the nightmare Xiaoxin.

One person is equivalent to a snake tide.

And Wang Pu believes that this old woman's snake must have other weird abilities, and it is not just an ordinary snake tide attack.

The old man, whose skin was a little blue and had a breath of death all over his body, stepped towards the nightmare Xiao Xin, and an indescribable aura surged from his body, which was originally a zombie face, and looked more like a zombie, with him as the center, a burst of darkness gradually spread, enveloping his whole person, and gradually eroding towards the surroundings.

Compared with the snake tide of the old woman, the attack of the zombie old man is more silent, but it looks more terrifying.

The darkness like ink spreads around, and there seems to be some kind of strange power lurking in the darkness, just looking at the darkness makes people feel inexplicably panicked.

However, the evil middle-aged man is relatively normal, a blood-stained talisman appeared in his hand, and he threw it into the air, and the dense talisman appeared in the air, avoiding the snake tide and darkness, and surrounded the nightmare Xiaoxin, not directly attacking, but surrounding, as if guarding against other things.

The dead-faced man didn't move, he was still standing there, a dead face, without any expression, so that people couldn't see what he wanted to do.

"Sure enough, it's a fairy fight!"

Wang Pu silently retreated towards the corner.

He had a feeling that the three people who made the shot, the attack of any one person, once it was on him, he might not even have time to scream, and he would be directly turned into scum.

No, it's more likely that there is no scum left.

Now he can only hope that Sister Xin is strong enough to really deal with these old monsters, otherwise he can only be finished with him.

Fortunately, they are not without helpers.

"The Hellmare Sacrifice can't be destroyed by you."

Wumu raised the bronze ancient mirror in his hand, the mirror was glowing, and he was seen as the dividing line, and a huge mirror appeared out of thin air, blocking the old woman, the zombie old man, the evil middle-aged and the dead face.

"Boom! A little guy who is only in the second order dares to stop us! ”

The old woman laughed in a grim voice, her face wrinkled and trembling, and with the miserable green light emitted by the snake staff in her hand, it looked chilling.

Wumu smiled very elegantly, shook the palm-sized bronze ancient mirror in his hand, and said, "With my own strength alone, of course, I can't compete with a few seniors, but what about this!" ”

I saw that the snake tide, the surging and eroded darkness, and the talisman, when they encountered the mirror, they did not explode the mirror in one go, but melted into the mirror as if it had been swallowed.

The old woman's eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at the bronze ancient mirror in Wumu's hand, and her eyes showed a look of shock: "This is ...... No, it's not your own power! ”

They didn't put Wumu in their eyes before, and the only things they really cared about were Nightmare Xiaoxin and the dead face, after all, Nightmare Xiaoxin is the chief priest of the Hell Nightmare Sacrifice, and he is an extremely special nightmare, what kind of ability he has, it's really hard to say.

And the origin of the dead man's face made it impossible for them to see clearly.

Unexpectedly, this guy who made them feel that they didn't need to care about it actually had the power to stop them.

The zombie old man and the evil middle-aged man were also a little surprised, frowning and staring at the bronze ancient mirror in Wumu's hand.

"It's ...... The power of nightmares! You've enslaved a nightmare! The zombie old man was shocked.

"It turns out that you are a dreamer, no wonder you dare to come and fight us for the Nightmare Stone. It's really mad, this mirror spirit, can resist the attack of the three of us, it has to have the level of the airspace, how many people do you need to sacrifice to reach this level, as a dreamer, you still dare to swagger to appear, you are not afraid of being done for the sky! The evil middle-aged man looked at the sycamore.

I didn't care about it just now, but at this moment, Wumu used the power of the mirror spirit, and they naturally sensed the mystery of the ancient mirror.

Even the dead face, which had been silent, looked up at Wumu several times.

The three words of Fenmengren, even for him, are a taboo.

These three words are notorious.

"No, with your strength, how could you enslave such a powerful nightmare?" The old woman's hoarse voice rang out.

Wumu said with a smile, leaning over towards Nightmare Xiaoxin: "Of course I don't have such strength, I can subdue such a powerful Nightmare, this is given to me by the Bodhisattva, but I can still do it to block you!" ”

The strength of the old woman, the zombie old man, and the evil middle-aged is too strong, and the ordinary nightmare is really not their opponent, even if it is an airspace-level nightmare, the three of them can fight together, and even be able to suppress it.

After all, these three people are also famous in Awakened China.

But the ability of the mirror spirit, the attack is insufficient, and the defense is invincible.

The airspace-level mirror realm, even if they are monster-level awakened people, don't think about breaking it for a while.

In this process, the changes between Nightmare Xiaoxin and Nightmare Stone have become more drastic.

Among the rocks, strange figures emerged, and gradually revealed their clear appearances.

"It's a Nightmare Villager?"

Wang Pu has been paying attention to the changes in Nightmare Xiaoxin, and when he saw this scene, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

What emerged from the nightmare stones were really the lost villagers of Daqu Village, of course, they were not real villagers, but nightmares with the appearance of villagers.

Even, Ma Xiaoliu and Zhou Zhengqi's other subordinates who were killed are also there.

Wang Pu has always felt very strange about the existence of the Nightmare Villagers, those Nightmare Villagers are not very strong, only equivalent to the first order low, but they are extremely difficult to kill, and often disappear in the blink of an eye.

The real elusiveness.

And one thing that he is particularly concerned about is that the death time of some people is not enough for nightmares to invade reality in their image, but nightmares that invade reality in their image still appear.

Now it seems that perhaps these nightmares were not real nightmares.

Just when Wang Pu was thinking about what these figures in the Nightmare Stone were, the accident happened again.

Wumu blocked the old woman, the zombie old man, and the evil middle-aged three with the power of the mirror spirit, and walked towards the nightmare Xiaoxin.

Wang Pu also thought that Wumu was going to get close to Nightmare Xiaoxin to better protect Nightmare Xiaoxin.

However, the next moment, another mirror realm appeared, and it actually swallowed the nightmare Xiao Xin who was in the midst of the Hell Nightmare Sacrifice.